Whilst finishing up after my son's very cursory self-brushing of his teeth, I mentioned (to myself, primarily), that he needed to go to the dentist.
"WHAT?" He moaned, horror in his eyes. "Um. You liked the dentist." I reminded him.
"Oh, yeah," He replied sheepishly. "After all, the last time I went, she was quite....quite...."
"Quite impressed."
I should have taken him down a few pegs by informing him that if "she" had been at all impressed the last time he went to the dentist, it definitely wasn't due to his stellar tooth-brushing skills. But I was busy trying not to laugh.
My slightly-insane life and times
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